"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


But there were more dams to be destroyed....

Proof that slack does, indeed, pay off: I got a job while lounging by the pool today. Well, not a "job" job, but house sitting in Farragut for two weeks. This, essentially, means I get to continue doing what I've been doing all summer (squatting in houses, eating food I didn't buy) but in a six bedroom house with a trampoline and jacuzzi, and somehow I get paid for this. Yep, just me, Nikita the dog, Lucy the adorable puppy, Spice the uber-affectionate cat, four birds (stopped keeping up with names at this point), innumerable fish, and anyone who wants to come hang out with all of the above and give my lonely, Farragut-bound ass a little company. Hint, hint. House sitting...being paid to sit around the house. Dream job.

Once again, found myself drinking with Adam last night. I may change the title of this page to "Drinking with Adam." Or perhaps the title for my memoir. I am afraid I didn't catch his friend's name...

James, if you happen to stumble across this (all of the other readers of Adam's site seem to ;p ), grazie for the hospitality (and PBR gratis). Perhaps I can return the favor sometime.

Watching: "Greatest Raids" on the Hitler Channel